Sweet Erotic Dreams?

“I’ll raise a dime, Patty said.

Antonia had bet a dime, Patty raised and I folded. It was our Saturday poker game; we played from noon to five. Dime, quarter poker, no one won much no one lost much but we had fun.

There used to be four of us but Cassandra’d moved to Georgia; we’d never replaced her.

Antonia Santiago, Patty O’Casey and me, Gil Roister, we played at my house each Saturday. I supplied the premises; the gals brought a snack and their drinks. Today they’d brought pizzas. Patty had diet Pepsi, Antonia liked her wine, her Chianti, me, I stuck to vodka.

And the game? The stakes had to be small, we were all Social Security recipients; Antonia and I were sixty-five, Patty was sixty-eight.

Patty and I were divorced; Antonia was married but it had deteriorated to a marriage of convenience, her two daughters were married and out on their own, she and Ron, her husband hadn’t shared a bedroom or a bed in fifteen years and I for one couldn’t understand why.

Antonia was just about the hottest sixty-five year old woman I could imagine. Her heritage was Italian, Sicilian in fact; she was dark complected, had black hair an attractive face and a body to die for; or least that’s how I saw her.

She was short, only four eleven with boyishly slim hips and a small compact behind but her breasts, oh God her breasts, she was at least a 38D and her cups runneth over. I’d admired her for over twenty years, perhaps lusted for her better describes how I felt.

We worked in the same field and had come into contact with each other frequently, we’d dined together and had drinks but always in groups, we’d never been together one on one; as much as I wanted it to be so.

The business we were in changed, for a period of two or three years I hadn’t seen her then about two years ago Patty called me and asked I’d meet her for a drink, she had Antonia with her when we met.

Patty, her inamorato Leon, my wife and I were card playing buddies, Pinochle was our game, Leon and I as partners against Judy, my wife and Patty. We’d played for several years but the game fell apart, Leon got sick and Judy and I got divorced.

Over drinks that evening Patty suggested we start playing again, poker this time. I was all for it, we started the next Saturday.

And my lust was rekindled. Every time I see Antonia I feel a clenching in my abdomen and a tingling in my balls, she’s arousing to me, just with her presence.

Her seat at the table is directly across from me, Patty sits on my right. My eyes too frequently drift down to her magnificent breasts, she can’t help but notice; whether it’s arousal or just the chaffing of the fabric of her brassiere her nipples often swell and harden and I nearly ejaculate right then and there.

This particular Saturday like I mentioned we’d had pizza. It was about three o’clock; Antonia had finished a glass of Chianti; I’d had two vodkas with grapefruit juice and was ready for another, when I stood to get it I asked, “Refills?”

Patty gulped the last of her Pepsi, she was ready for the one Michelob Ultra she allowed herself, Antonia handed me her glass saying, “Please.”

I popped the cap on the beer, Patty preferred to drink from the bottle, got out the grapefruit juice and poured Antonia’s wine, there was a nearly empty from several weeks ago on the door of the refrigerator, I gave her that.

Drinks disbursed, we resumed play.

Maybe an hour later Patty noticed that Antonia was pale, she asked, “Are you ok Hon?”

“No, my stomach hurts and I’m feeling a little dizzy, I think I need to lie down for a few minutes.”

We helped her to my bedroom and made her comfortable. Patty said, “If you need anything, let me know.” Antonia was already asleep.

Patty and I played a few hands of gin. It was nearing five and she had an appointment, she did a little babysitting for pocket money, she had to be there by six.

Fortunately they’d both driven; often they came together but not today. I told Patty I’d let Antonia sleep, if she needed anything I’d be there for her.

Patty gave me a little buss on the cheek and said, “See you next week,” as I walked her to the door.

It was some time later in a shaky voice I heard, “Gil?”

She was at my bedroom door, she walked out on wobbly legs, “Can you help me,” she asked.

With an arm around her waist I led her to the sofa. She asked me to sit then she lay down with her head in my lap.

We were quiet, I was rubbing her back when she whispered, “Umm that feels nice; why haven’t you ever asked me out; you like me don’t you?”

“I like you a lot but you’re married.”

“Gil, you know that doesn’t matter to me, Ron and I aren’t even friends anymore. If it wasn’t for the fact that my health insurance pays for his cancer medications I’d have divorced him.”

I did know it didn’t matter; Antonia had had several lovers that I knew about, but none in the past five years. Ron had prostate cancer, inoperable but slow growing, he’d been under treatment for three or four years, his prognosis was poor but the doctors had told him he still had two or three more years.

“Truth Antonia, I was afraid you’d turn me down.”

“I wouldn’t you know, you should ask.”

In the most serious voice I could muster I asked, “Antonia will you have dinner with me tonight?”

“Let’s see how I feel, I’m sore and still a little queasy,” she answered.

“What can I do to help?” I asked.

“Just keep rubbing my back, you’ve got nice hands.”

After ten or fifteen minutes she sat up, “Antonia’s got to tinkle,” as she wobbled to the bathroom.

She was gone a long time, when she came out she had a dazed expression on her face, I started to get up but she motioned for me to stay, she came and lay back down, she had something in her hand but I couldn’t see what it was.

I asked, “Are you all right, suddenly you don’t look too well?”

“No, no, I’ll be ok; I had a little touch of diarrhea, just a squirt or two; oh hell, you don’t need to hear that; but that’s not what really got me.”

“What happened, talk to me.”

“I’m a little ...


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